Judge for yourself… isn’t learning fun? * Addendum: Ok, follow the logic here. If you feed fish to fish—basically converting one species into another—the conversion isn’t 1:1. Right? I mean, it can’t be. There is always some energy lost somewhere in the process. So, if you convert say 4 tons of anchovies into feed for [...]
Posts Tagged ‘kinda sucked’
The War on Fish: The End of the Line, revisited.
We are fighting a war against fish, and we are… winning! Remember this? Yeah, well, it’s still happening and it’s gotten worse since the film’s release in 2009. The facts: The global catch has been on the decline since 1989! (Even though the global fishing fleet continues to grow.) One billion people rely on fish [...]
I am Plastic
When I walk the beaches with guests on my little island homeland—whether they’re clients or friends—one of the most frequent comments is “Where does all this stuff come from?” They, of course, mean all the trash on the beach, most of which is some form of petrochemical junk, or plastic. I used to simply reply, “It [...]
Florida Keys Chronicles: Relentless
April 12, 2011 He’s young, blond, mostly, but fading to gray at the edges. By the way he carries himself I’m guessing football, college, maybe. But it’s his hands that catch my eye; they’re hard, thick, construction workers hands. Though I imagine they’re still mobile enough, they appear solid, immovable, and lay on the table [...]
Travel Log: Last Cast of the Day
March 21, 2011 7:42 p.m. Tide: Low, rising. Wind: ENE, 8-10 knots. Long day, longer with the piss-poor fishing, the worst we’ve had here, ever. In our memories we could project ourselves back to that magical land where we found flats dotted with schools of tailing bones; today we don’t recognize the place. Even the [...]
Travel Log: Of Slack Tides and Coconuts
March 21, 2011 9 am. High rising tide. Wind: ENE, 20 knots and gusty. Whitecaps foam against the ironshore as we descend into paradise. We’re as full of hope as always, our excitement belied by our brisk efficiency as we load packs, rig rods, make lunches, and slap on a few coats of SPF 50 [...]
